Fall

Fall is my favorite season of the year.  I love the smell of fall, and the return to cozy.  I love crunchy leaves and piles of them to run through.  I look forward to Kentucky Fried Chicken in Logan Canyon and a little walk around the campground where we are picnicking.  I know there are some of the best celebrations of the year coming up, and so many different types of decorating to do in just a short amount of time.  When I lived away, I was always more homesick in the Fall than at any other time of year.

But I'm not ready this year for Fall to begin.  It's all Spring's fault.  She insisted that we have rain, rain, and more rain.  We had cool weather when I had already determined to only wear capris and skirts for the next few months.  I wore sandals and regretted it.  I love Spring, but enough is enough!

Because of this lingering, summer barely got here and seems it's already time for it to leave.  We were thrown into a summer of fun and busyness and lazy days.  The middle one was my part.  I long for the lazy days of childhood summers.  When you thought summer would never end.  When you laid around at your friends house eating those gigantic rainbow big pops.  When you were so desperate for something to do you'd clean for your mom, just to earn a nickle to spend at the corner candy store (if only we were so lucky today...).  We made up endless plays and forced people to sit through them.  Summer meant monopoly and night games and baths, if our mom caught sight of our feet which were black because we never wore shoes.  And pre-bath my sister and I would compare bruises and scatches and dig jam from between our toes.  Ahh...those were the days.

Don't get me wrong.  I had a great summer!  I got to watch dolphins at the beach, go down the twisty slide at the pool a bunch of times, ride the Colossus, and distribute otter pops almost daily to the kids.  But someone had to cook and clean and be the boss and pack and unpack and wash and make the kids take baths.  Cue the violins.

I guess I just want to hang on to summer a few more days and keep meatloaf off the menu for one more month.  It's BLT time and I'm just not ready to make the switch.

Well, maybe I'm a teensy bit ready, because when we drove through Sardine Canyon the other day we caught a few glimpses of a few trees changing colors and I got a teensy bit excited for the day when I can drive through and have my breath taken away by the beauty of a mountain full of red and orange and yellow and deep green of the pines.

Perhaps I should just adopt Elder Wirthlin's way of life and: